Good afternoon friends! Not much of a feeling of wind but high up clouds were in galloping turmoil. Several times a deep glimmering hush fell over the harsh cackle of magpies–sibilant rush of rain sweeping across the woodlands, passing over like a long sighing breath. As stinging nettles slowly wither they reveal banks of squat, sturdy deadnettles still with hooded white blooms.
Clarity returning in fits and starts–managed to clear my head and get a phone call out of the way, which really eased my mental overhead.
May we find moments of grace and tranquility that allow us to set our forward course today!